the shimmer tree
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i search for beauty in the bones of every skeleton
architecture is the art of building frames
i thought i was a writer once, then i became human
the sky is a cage built for starlings
i am the ghost of my grandmother, re-contrived
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all the leaves have fallen now and the wind has moved on
we stand naked in the weak winter sunshine,
refusing the invitation to bend
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November 10th, 2015 at 9:24 am
I really love the last three lines! I was thinking, just this morning, about the fact that all of the leaves have fallen now as well. And we definitely must stand strong against the impending approach of winter…and refuse to bend in defeat!
November 10th, 2015 at 1:04 pm
Exquisite, I loved the images of frames for these unshackled beings.
November 12th, 2015 at 9:12 pm
Specially love this line Kelly:
architecture is the art of building frames
November 17th, 2015 at 6:31 am
I love this, Kelly ! Xo